all fours, lowering her head to her crossed arms, and spread her legs wide for him.
Looking back at him, she wiggled her hips in invitation. “Take me, Rune. Give me what I want.”
“Always,” he promised. Grasping her hips, he slid into her from behind and drove himself to the hilt.
That first hard thrust nearly stole his breath as he felt her hot, wet flesh mold itself to his. Her inner muscles still trembled in reaction to the series of orgasms, squeezing his cock in gentle, consistent pulses.
She swiveled her hips, urging him on. Rune didn’t need any encouragement. His own need pushed him now. Again and again, he pulled free of her body only to reclaim it in the most intimate way. She groaned and moved with him, taking him deeper at every thrust, and still he wanted, craved, more.
His hips pistoned against her body as he drove them both to the very brink of release and then stopped. Hovering on the edge, he held perfectly still inside her, relishing the hot slide of her flesh on his, the rapid, gasping breaths shooting from her lungs.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” she ordered, turning her head to fix a dark glare on him.
“I dare much, Teresa. Always have.”
She shuddered when he reached around to stroke the bud of her desire at their bodies’ joining.
“You’re making me crazy,” she muttered, moving into him again, helpless to stand against what he made her feel.
“Good to know,” he said, running his hands over the curve of her behind before holding her hips tight and pulling her even closer.
She sighed and arched her body into his and that was all he could take. He couldn’t wait another moment for the climax hovering just out of his reach. He needed to finish inside her. Needed to stake the claim of the Mating again.
Picking up that hard, fast rhythm once more, Rune wasted no time driving them each to a feverish peak and this time he gave up control and surrendered to his witch. His body exploded into hers and she held him within her, taking all that he was and giving herself over to him in return.
Chapter 38
“Bastard thinks he’s in charge,” Miguel muttered, steering his battered jeep down the rutted desert track that passed for a road.
He was still burning over the incident at the tavern the night before. The insult of that prick knocking him to the floor and sneering at him. What the hell was that about? He was supposed to be a partner in this, wasn’t he? He had romanced Teresa as he’d been instructed to do. Was it his fault the little bitch didn’t fall in line?
Miguel threw himself a look in the rearview mirror and smiled at what he saw. He’d been able to get women to do whatever he wanted since he was fifteen and first realized that women liked the way he looked. Handsome, with an edge of danger, he had women flocking to him like stupid little dogs. And they stayed with him until he decided to cut them loose. Nobody disrespected Miguel Hernandez. Nobody.
And that included that pompous prick with the fire hands.
Big deal. So he could do magic. That made him no better than the very witch they were chasing. He was a mutant. Like Teresa. Like the rest of the women with power. And they all thought they were better than humans. Better than him.
“Well, fuck that,” he said aloud, letting his temper burn unrestrained inside him. He would show them all just how good he was.
They wanted Teresa, fine. He’d show them how it was done. He was finished taking orders. He knew where she was going to show up, so he’d be there. Waiting for her.
“Bastard fire man wants to call the shots, but he’s too stupid to listen to me.” Miguel had told them all that Chiapas was the secret to catching Teresa. No one wanted to just follow his advice and finish this. So, he was on his own. Fuck the rest of them.
He would do this himself and then they’d realize that he was a man to be taken seriously.
The village tavern was already miles behind him and still Miguel was fuming. He’d slipped out just before dawn when the bastard with gray eyes had left on business. Suited Miguel just fine. He had business of his own and when he was done, they’d all have to admit to his face that he was the one who knew what